Lyrics:
yellow-tinted like a sunny day
I run away from the hurting and the hurricanes
On my way to your place
Flowers on the porch taste
A little sweeter than some Minute
of the hurricane
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
of the hurricane
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
of the hurricane
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
Oh it's only rain
And a little thunder on the inside
Tiny tear gas hurricanes
Hurricanes
Rising tides and sinewed tension
Better put your gas mask
to sleep
Go to sleep
My my my my
My my my my
On the shelf I have six buckets
And they're all for you
Full of little things that we can do
You'll
Boulders catapulted over some rocks
It's no surprise that when i
Walk by she need a bucket and mop
I say I'm much obliged this no disguise
I speak the truth
Hurricane Katrina
I get Superdome defenses tryna find
A way to stop me
I'm offensive with the wordplay
I minored misdemeanors
Bitch, you might need a subpoena
Buckets of blood, buckets of tears, buckets of love that never graced his ears,
Valentine, stole his time and now his body's lying underground,
Smells like
of her
She's questioning her faith
She's thinking of leaving the church
Wow
Boy this is power
I got two whole tears in a bucket
And if my
the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh
Poison functions accompanied by six armor clad
Black horse and buggy mechanism
Tugged a portion of my
highlands
I’ll be splitting up my tool with a little sugar and some diamonds
Two tears in a bucket filled it up
Bad vibes can suck it
Two dabs and I’m
For you to come and take my hand
I was so powerful at one time,
But now I'm drowning.
Watch the Tears fall by like a waterfall
You ask me, the reason
plate
Bill him what, half of that he have it late
His best friend by the yellow crates
Suicide, tears tryna hesitate
Only seventeen, damn, seventeen
through her earth
The way a jagged little pill
Shoves its way 'round the mouth of history
I love my mother like I love breathing air
Even when she bruises
onto me like I was your little life raft
Please know that you were mine as well
Drops of water hit the ground like God's own tears
And spread out into
And write I miss her on the water tower by the interstate
She left that ol' screen door swinging off the hinge
I'll just put it back together 'til she tears
the ground
Like God's own tears
And spread out into shapes like
Salad bowls and basins and buckets
For bailing out the flood
As motionless cars rust
tears
And spread out into shapes like salad bowls
And basins and buckets for
Bailing out the flood
As motionless cars rust
On driveways and curbs
You
under pressure
Counter offense, counter defense
For these ops, keep counter measures
By my side
21 savage, leave this knife
Between y'all eyes
Most niggas
get me high like you
But I'm doing fine and I get by
I'm just out here living my life
I'm thinking if I pay my bills I'm fine
I make a little scratch
like
(Bang bang bang bang)
Turn it up like
(Boom boom boom boom)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Pulled up in a bucket, blowing on a blunt
Beat hittin
3 AM with a drip
And a sharp knife
All alone in a room
With a bright light
All the blood sweat and tears from The last nine
Talking white coats
and we're idiots rolling in the wind
Filling the buckets, feeling a hurricane begin
Thunder on the mountain and in the valley below
There must be some way out
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